With flying colours

“Vishal, there’s an inter-class short story competition,” said Gagan. “I’m sure you will write the best story and win the first prize,” sniggered Vishal and the other boys joined him. “It’s a pleasant surprise but, yes, the first prize for the short story competition goes to Gagan Sahay.” A wide smile appeared on Madhukar’s face, as he clapped enthusiastically. I don’t deserve any award.” Tears stroll down his cheeks, as he tried to explain, “Everybody made fun of me and I …” Gagan felt ashamed to be admitting this before so many parents.